OK, I think it is probably time for another regular post. Yes, I could be watching a movie right now, but what’s better than speaking to my babies, no?

My last regular post left you with news of a new car. Well, there has been all sorts of new car goings on of late. I got the Mazda 3. It makes me very happy. It runs real nice and better than that, just plain RUNS. I went down to visit my friend Josh down in New Rochelle a little while ago. I went down the Taconic instead of the thruway which was a way I had never been before, going somewhere I had never been before, driving on crazy roads with even crazier drivers and somehow it all ended up OK. Car worked great, no complaints. And now that the snow suddenly seems like it’s on its way out, I can finally open the car up a little bit to see what’s she’s got. It’s a lot of fun. I’d do that Zoom-zoom thing, but that damn commercial drives me crazy. If I was one of those people who let little things drive them nuts, I’d probably be driving another car right now. But my car kicks ass, so ennnh!

In other car news, the Honda was finally getting to be too much for my folks, so they went and picked up a new Honda Accord EX Wednesday. I haven’t seen much of it yet, but from what I’ve seen it looks pretty sweet. No complaints from my mom. The old Accord was just really old, like 15 years old, and my folks were sick of putting money into a lost cause.

At the same time all of this was happening though, Sandy, the roommate of my coworker Emily, had her car just die on her. So my parents sold the car to her for the great deal of $200, figuring if the thing died on her she could at least strip it for parts and get her money back. So far it’s still working. Good luck, Sandy!

Since Seth and Summer got back together the O.C. has just been genius. Thank you O.C., for easily being a giant highlight of my week.

I’ve still yet to file my taxes. I was going to do it yesterday, but yesterday was such a wasted day. God. I went to do something online, and my stupid dialup took FOREVER. By the time I was done I had no desire to dig into the intricate delicacies that are tax code and read some magazines and listened to music instead. I’m such a procrastinator. I really wonder if that is something that will change or plague me forever.

Went to Radio Shack the other day. Saw a loser (I’m not going to be polite about it, come on!) I went to high school with. Either he didn’t recognize me or didn’t care to, as he went about helping me as if I were any Joe Shmoe on the street. I didn’t care to remind him, wanting to get in and out unscathed. I’m sure as hell not going back to Radio Shack any time soon.

Finally I’ll leave you with a little run in I had at K-Mart recently. The other Tuesday I go to K-Mart to pick out the new 50 Cent album the day it was suppose to come out. It wasn’t there, though. So I asked the guy working the counter if I just missed something. He of course had no clue about anything, insisting that DVDs came out Tuesday, CDs Thursday. Uh, no, they both come out Tuesday buckaroo, but nice try there. (Turns out he was right about 50 coming out Thursday though, but that’s another story.)

I wait a couple days and then call up K-Mart to see if they now have it. They did, but the woman I was talking to made it sound very much like they wouldn’t have any more copies for much longer. First of all, she told me that the CD came out early, which was completely false. I had been there the day it was suppose to come out, and I didn’t see it there. Early my ASS, it came out late. I didn’t tell her that though.

Well, can I reserve a copy at least? Sorry, they don’t do that at K-Mart. Well, if I come down tomorrow do you think that there will still be some left?

“I really can’t say…”

So I go down there that night, thinking that a sudden rush in gangster rap fans can steal away my chance at getting my Fiddy fix for ten bucks. What do I see, FIRST THING, as I walk in the entertainment section? A complete rack, two across and like ten down filled with new 50 Cent CDs. I walk to the new CD section. There are copies. Featured Selection section. 50. 50 Cent section. More and more 50.

I wanted to hit the lady. There must have been like a hundred copies there. Even if the entire population of Bennington descended on K-Mart and bought a copy (plus one for all their friends!) there would have still been at least one copy for me the next day.

Oh man, what bullshit was that?